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Honest Jack downed his second glass. "Ah, that'll be enough for me. Don't want to get a little too tipsy during the day. So whatcha think Homer? You enjoyin' the taste?"

Jack laughed, and pulled Homer's glass forward to pour another drink into it. "Yeah, like I said, it'll put hair on your chest. and maybe over your teeth, if you aren't ready!"

Jack took his own glass, and slugged back the vodka. He patted Homer's back. "There you go boy, drink up and enjoy! Enjoy the taste of it?"

Jack carefully walked back into the bar, carrying the jug with both hands. He slowly slid it onto the bar, and looked the bartender in the eye. "alright, I think me and Homer are going to get to drinkin' now." he said, slowly sliding into a seat next to Homer.

Honest Jack nodded to the bartender. "Much appreciated. I'll be right back with that fire drink. Homer, you best wait for me. I want to see if I still got that edge I used to have back home." With that, Honest Jack would leave the tavern and walk out to the street. He would dig out his...

Honest Jack frowned. "Well, I thought Robin was a mite older then ya, but maybe I'm misjudging things. You were a soldier, weren't ya?" Jack turned to the bartender. "You willing to give him a shot of your strongest alcohol as well? I realize I'm alterin' the deal, but you see how intent the boy...

Jack nodded, and looked to the bartender. "How would you feel about adding some fire drink to your collection? hottest way to burn yourself to drunken oblivion. I got a bottle sittin' back on my bike." He leaned into the counter, and gave a grin. "I'd say its worth a fair amount, but I'm willing...

Honest Jack approached from behind Robin, and slapped him on the shoulder. "Is our boy thinking of trying out something? You remember a lost love of drinkin'? Tell you what, I'll cover the costs for the toughest drink in the house, hows that sound! Somethin' to put real hair on your chest!"

Honest Jack would have stayed outside for a bit, observing the folks walking through the gate. He would smile politely to anyone who examined his motorcycle, before leaving it outside at the gate. He would head into the same bar the others did. He would look around, looking for a seat with its...

Honest Jack would continue shooting towards the gate, up until he hit 50 meters. At that point the song ended, as well as the bike's forward momentum. Jack, who had been alternating between squeezing the brakes and trying to turn the wheel, sighed with relief and sunk into his seat. "You are a...

Honest Jack nodded, and squeezed the brakes, intent on driving in at a slower pace than how he'd been driving to get there. Calamity Jane refused such an idiotic notion, and continued going at her incredible speed and pounding out Kickstart My Heart. Jack cursed, and squeezed the brake...

Jack would continue roaring down the road, Calamity Jane seeming to treat the hills as mere geographical marks not worthy of slowing or speeding her up in anyway. Quite quickly, with music still roaring, Honest Jack would climb the last hill and get a clear shot to the coastal town. He did his...

Jack glanced up to spot the giant bird. Deducing she was probably someone from another world, and deciding he wasn't going to let her beat him like he was a sad cart, he patted Calamity Jane. She roared in response, and put the music on. He then gave the cart a grin and stepped on the...

Jack nodded amiably, and settled back into his seat. Calamity Jane's motor then revved slightly, and he glared at his bike. "Hey, Calamity Jane's whining. There a main gate I can meet ya at?" he asked the cart driver.

Honest Jack nodded, his mind working. "You know, there might be problems if we run into bandits. They often a problem round here?" He smiled genially. "After all, fish from your fine village would go for quite the pretty penny I imagine. Why, I'd imagine a shipment such as this being worth a...